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[title] => Statistic
[time] => 2007-11-29 01:00:55
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[bodytext] => I didn't want it at all that day But of course it didn't matter I closed my eyes to block the pain But all i heard was laughter I thought he would never hurt me But this day changed all of that Tears started forming in my eyes As I laid on my back "You can't make me do this" NO!!NO!!Oh God please Don't"... He just continued to ignore me Then he stripped off all my clothes I screamed until my throat was dry Then the tears streamed down my face They came from somewhere deep inside A sad desolate place I tried to fight,I tried to scream But no-one ever came So in this cycle I was trapped, Of predator and game Dirty,calloused hands Stuck their fingers deep inside me Scraping me into pieces With fear lying right beside me I cried so hard my head was hurting Exhausted, from the fighting The experience so miserable But for him,it was exciting He forced himself inside of me So hard, of course I bled And pounded me with so much force I wished that I were dead Every minute in so much pain My body became numb Ashamed of what was happening And of what I'd just become When finally it ended I slowly got up from the bed, Couldn't walk into the bathroom So I had to crawl instead Locked the door behind me And fell crying to my knees Sittin balled up in a knot Because it hurt too much to pee Tears couldn't get me out of it It was already too late Now my sould despised this man With so much more than hate How will I live thru this? I ask myself once more No time to gather up my thoughts Still naked on the floor I dressed myself,but not with ease And began my journey home The statistic I had just become Made me feel much more alone So, I lost my self-esteem that day, My self-respect and pride And I only live to tell this story Because most of me has died..... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 48 [informant] => ki [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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